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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408303" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elijah</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">INTO that good old Hebrew’s soul sublime<br>The spirit of the wilderness had passed;<br>For where the thunders of imperial Storm<br>Rolled over mighty hills; and where the caves<br>Of cloud-capt Horeb rang with hurricane;<br>And where wild-featured Solitude did hold<br>Supreme dominion; there the prophet saw<br>And heard and felt that large mysterious life<br>Which lies remote from cities, in the woods<br>And rocks and waters of the mountained Earth.<br>And so it came to pass, Elijah caught<br>That scholarship which gave him power to see<br>And solve the deep divinity that lies<br>With Nature, under lordly forest-domes,<br>And by the seas; and so his spirit waxed,<br>Made strong and perfect by its fellowship<br>With God’s authentic world, until his eyes<br>Became a splendour, and his face was as<br>A glory with the vision of the seer.<br>Thereafter, thundering in the towns of men,<br>His voice, a trumpet of the Lord, did shake<br>All evil to its deep foundations. He,<br>The hairy man who ran before the king,<br>Like some wild spectre fleeting through the storm,<br>What time Jezreel’s walls were smitten hard<br>By fourfold wind and rain; ’twas he who slew<br>The liars at the altars of the gods,<br>And, at the very threshold of a throne,<br>Heaped curses on its impious lord; ’twas he<br>Jehovah raised to grapple Sin that stalked,<br>Arrayed about with kingship; and to strike<br>Through gold and purple, to the heart of it.<br>And therefore Falsehood quaked before his face,<br>And Tyranny grew dumb at sight of him,<br>And Lust and Murder raged abroad no more;<br>But where these were he walked, a shining son<br>Of Truth, and cleared and sanctified the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not always was the dreaded Tishbite stern;<br>The scourge of despots, when he saw the face<br>Of Love in sorrow by the bed of Death,<br>Grew tender as a maid; and she who missed<br>A little mouth that used to catch, and cling—<br>A small, sweet trouble—at her yearning breast;*<br>Yea, she of Zarephath, who sat and mourned<br>The silence of a birdlike voice that made<br>Her flutter with the joy of motherhood<br>In other days, she came to know the heart<br>Of Pity that the rugged prophet had.<br>And when he took the soft, still child away,<br>And laid it on his bed; and in the dark<br>Sent up a pleading voice to Heaven; and drew<br>The little body to his breast; and held<br>It there until the bright, young soul returned<br>To earth again; the gladdened woman saw<br>A radiant beauty in Elijah’s eyes,<br>And knew the stranger was a man of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We want a new Elijah in these days,<br>A mighty spirit clad in shining arms<br>Of Truth—yea, one whose lifted voice would break,<br>Like thunder, on our modern Apathy,<br>And shake the fanes of Falsehood from their domes<br>Down to the firm foundations; one whose words,<br>Directly coming from a source divine,<br>Would fall like flame where Vice holds festival,<br>And search the inmost heart of nations; one<br>Made godlike with that scholarship supreme<br>Which comes of suffering; one, with eyes to see<br>The very core of things; with hands to grasp<br>High opportunities, and use them for<br>His glorious mission; one, whose face inspired<br>Would wear a terror for the lying soul,<br>But seem a glory in the sight of those<br>Who make the light and sweetness of the world,<br>And are the high priests of the Beautiful.<br>Yea, one like this we want amongst us now<br>To drive away the evil fogs that choke<br>Our social atmosphere, and leave it clear<br>And pure and hallowed with authentic light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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The spirit of the wilderness had passed;
For where the thunders of imperial Storm
Rolled over mighty hills; and where the caves
Of cloud-capt Horeb rang with hurricane;
And where wild-featured Solitude di..."></div>
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